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Date: August 31, 2023 08:25PM
I don't think she *chose* me. I left out huge parts. During 1969 Christmas break, she had a bad vaginal infection, and went to the doctor. He explained that since she had been having lots of sex, she had that common infection that some women get after marriage. He -- quite unethically -- told her mother. My wife was, of course, mortified and horrified that her mother knew. So when the guy came to meet her family at Christmas, she went out and broke up with him. He was very angry. But obviously this shows that she was serious about this guy, while always saying she hated him. "If you hated him so much, why did you carry on a sexual relationship with him for weeks?', I asked. "I don't know," she said. "I just did. But it didn't mean anything." There in just a couple of sentences she said the two most common things that people say when they are found to be cheating.
Fast-forward a bit, she tried to tell me about it in clumsy ways while I was still on my mission. I didn't get it because I'm not a mind reader. Then she was suddenly engaged to a grad student who was 10 years older than she. The wedding was scheduled to take place in the Logan temple, but four days before the wedding, and after two wedding showers, he called it off. Her mother had to stand at the chapel the night of the scheduled reception and wave people away.
Toward the end of my mission, I got a nice card from her, explaining everything that happened about her supposed marriage, a bit of small talk, her signature, and a tiny P.S. saying "I still love you." Of course she did, now that everything disintegrated. I told her I was not interested and had moved on. Truth is, I WAS interested and hadn't moved on. When I arrived at BYU, a friend said that he had something to show me, and took me to a house in Provo, and out steps my former girlfriend. She ended up telling me lots, but not all, of the story. She told me how much she hated the guy she was having sex with, and was now happy she didn't marry the other girl. Fast-forward lots, I had to completely re-evaluate her. I still loved her, and no, I hadn't gotten over her. Yada-yada-yada, something happened and we got married in the LA temple, the most butt-ugly of the existing temples at the time. She didn't choose me, see? Quite the opposite: When her world was pulled out from beneath her, she got desperate and went back after me. I am both a victim and a blessed individual. But when she says something dumb, I go after her. I can't tolerate her banging on about things that aren't true and affect me. For instance, her best friend got married, and then joked about getting the same common vaginal infection. They both laughed, and then my wife said, "That happened to me, too, we we got married." I hate that kind of thing.
But "choose me?" No. It was more me choosing her, and deigning to marry her after enduring a lot of embarrassment. I was a cuckold before even getting married.